Sometimes

you miss
things that weren't
particularly good


for you.

I used to see in color,
now I see a little less,
I used to try for banquet,
These days I try my best

It’s no mistake we met,
Not mere chance or happenstance,
like it was written in some old dusty book,

I’ll fight in your corner,
And if oak doors and drywall have taught me anything,
It’s that I’ve got a mean right hook.

If I were a wiser man,
I’d take my things and leave for I am in the heat of day,
but live upon the evening.